The Years of Being the Male Lead Bai Yueguang

Yan Song frowned, and said through voice transmission: "What are you doing here?"

Shu Ci replied: "Come and save you."

Yan Songxin said that you rescued me and I still have to do the task, it's just a finishing touch.

"I would like to resign, can you still move?" Shu Ci saw Yan Song was covered in blood from the outside bar window, his hair was loose, sitting cross-legged on the cold iron bed motionless, his face became quite ugly, "That kid Cheng Mou, you bastard..."

"You scold him, maybe he is eavesdropping somewhere." Yan Song chuckled, he is not in a good condition now, he is quite uncomfortable, his mind is dizzy, his limbs are stiff, and his spiritual power is sealed by the immortal lock. Such things as sound transmission into secrets consumed a lot of his physical strength.

"Can I be afraid of him? What is he..." Shu Ci's face was full of disdain, and then he fell into a sound-proof barrier, and began to bombard the bars with Ling Xiao's epee.

Yan Song closed his eyes, suddenly wanted to laugh.

There is a sect that protects weaknesses, even if a jerk junior is forced to be a little bit more jerk, and finally dies vigorously, the feeling is actually not that bad.

"Wu Bei, how is the sect doing now?"

Shu Ci paused, pretending to be relaxed, "You don't have to worry about that, the master master is out of the gate, and with him around, it won't be a big deal."

"Then why did you come here?"

"Everyone is worried, and I will come to rescue you as soon as I discuss with the master master."

Hearing this, Yan Song understood that some disciples were responsible for holding Cheng Mou at the gate of the Demon Palace, while Shu Ci sneaked into the cell and took him away himself.

Those disciples at the gate of the Demon Palace were destined to die for him.And Shu Ci may not be able to retreat completely...

He Yan Song... He De He Neng.

After a long time, Yan Song smiled wryly: "Wu Bei, listen to me, don't worry about me anymore, go back to the sect, Master, he has been in seclusion all year round, and he doesn't know how to manage the sect. You can help Uncle Wei and the four elders rebuild the sect." door, Qing Yuanzong can't live without someone..."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Zongmen is very good now. I would like to resign. You just wait for me." Shu Ci changed from chopping at the beginning to chopping. The iron is extremely strong. I don't know what it was made of. He burst out and tried his best, "You don't want to take on the responsibility of being a hero yourself, who doesn't want to play prestige, you also give us a share of the ancient things?"

Yan Song smiled lightly: "Wu Bei, listen to me, it's nothing if Qing Yuan Zong loses me, but it can't live without people.

"When Cheng Mou comes over, you won't be able to leave."

Qing Yuan Zong lacking him is not a small number, but if the number of disciples in the Zongli is less than half, what is the number one sect in the world?

"I don't care if he farts!" Shu Ci suddenly jumped up, swung the epee and poured all the spiritual power into his body, and slashed at the iron window as if he didn't believe in evil. The sound of metal rubbing and colliding was extremely ear-piercing. With a sound of "铛", the iron pillars were all bent in an arc at the same time.

Shu Ci panted heavily, and grinned: "I would like to resign, see, I will definitely be able to rescue you."

Yan Song closed his eyes and didn't want to look again: "Shu Wubei, I don't want you to save me, get out of here."

Shu Ci was very stubborn, gathering strength to prepare for the next blow, and at the same time smiling: "Okay, you scold me, the more you scold me, the better, and the more you scold me, the better off you are, come on, scold me a little more, I love to listen .”

Yan Song suddenly smiled feebly, and his face that had been ashen all this time became brighter: "Idiot."

Shu Ci laughed loudly, and went out with all his strength, just as the epee was about to hit the hard iron——

In the next moment, the sky suddenly became gloomy, and the hurricane blew violently, arousing a boundless evil atmosphere. Shu Ci's eyes widened, and he clearly saw that the originally white and soft clouds instantly turned black and dirty, as if they were full of filth, unbearable. The heavy burden was pressed down heavily.

The gust of wind carried a strange sword energy and directly attacked Shu Ci.

Shu Ci's reaction was extremely fast, he quickly drew his sword, his footwork was nimble, strange lines appeared on Ling Xiao's sword, he blocked it with his horizontal sword, and heard a very subtle "ding" of gold and jade colliding, in an instant, Shu Ci was the leader In the center, the spiritual power is like a vast sea, fast in the middle and slow at the edges, surging like water waves!

All the sharp demonic energy seemed to have met an impenetrable boulder, and became blunt, no matter how difficult it was to move forward, it turned out that all the strength had been removed.

But at this moment, the barrier was broken, Shu Ci and Yan Song both saw Cheng Mou standing not far away.

Demon Slayer Sword was still bleeding, and his black hair was blown back by the hurricane, revealing a somewhat pale face.

"So it's Senior Brother Shu."

Shu Ci suddenly felt sick, frowned and said: "I'm not your senior brother, I don't have that kind of ability."

Cheng Mou seemed to have never heard of it: "Then I don't know why Senior Brother Shu came here?"

Just as Shu Ci was about to sneer, Yan Song's hoarse voice came from the cell: "Wu Bei, behind you!"

Shu Ci's face changed suddenly, the epee touched the ground, and he rose into the air.

I saw a bright black hook appearing out of nowhere where he was originally standing.

It looks like a poisonous thing.

Just as Shu Ci was in shock, he saw the ground began to roll violently, the dust was flying, the compacted soil was lifted up, and a huge poisonous scorpion came out from the ground.

And that poisonous hook is exactly its tail.

Cheng Mou watched quietly, with one corner of his mouth raised, and a sinister smile.His lips twitched a few times, as if chanting some spell, the poisonous scorpion seemed to have suddenly received an order, and went straight to attack Shu Ci!

Cheng Mou finally escaped, and walked very steadily step by step towards the cell.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Yan Song raised his head, his eyes full of killing intent.

The next moment, the strong wind swept wildly, Yan Song half-closed his eyes, and for a moment, the devilish energy came with the strong wind, and several poisonous poisons in his body seemed to sense something, and they exploded together!

Yan Song let out a muffled snort, and the dense pain seemed to be poked directly on the bone, spreading from the bone marrow to the whole body, pain, pain!There seemed to be countless bombs buried in his body, and they all exploded in an instant, spattering blood and flesh.

Yan Song was so weak that he fell backwards and hit the wall directly.Now his consciousness is empty, he can't think of anything, only pain dominates all organs, his voice is hoarse, with a crying voice, and he softly shouted "pain".

Hearing the weak cry, Cheng Mou's mind went blank for a moment, but soon he restrained all his emotions, and stood in front of Yan Song indifferently, without any emotion in his eyes: "Pain? Then you know ...The pain you are feeling right now is far less than one-tenth of what Qianyu is suffering from."

Yan Songzheng asked 567 to inject himself with two injections of painkillers. After the painkillers worked, his mind regained a little bit of clarity, and he happened to hear what Cheng Mou said.

"The demons are born with rough skin and thick flesh, not to mention that he wants to win you over. How can he impress you if he doesn't use some bitter tricks?" Yan Song leaned his head against the wall, his eyes half-closed, and the corner of his mouth curled into a cold arc, "I If it were him, the means would probably be much better than him, at least not to play with his own life..."

Yan Song suddenly silenced, even with the painkiller, the sharp pain in the palm of his right hand kept pricking his nerves.

The Devil Slayer Sword pierced through his palm fiercely, and with force, directly nailed his hand to the wall.

If the hand hangs down according to gravity, it will naturally be cut by the blade, but if it hangs in the air all the time, it will be very strenuous, and he can't hold it.

The blood flowed out slowly against the wall, uneven, Yan Song closed his eyes, silently endured the pain, and then said: "I'm desperate...Devil Lord, for a dead person, I have a crippled right hand. not worth it.

"One of my hands is not worth the life of your saint."

"Ding, male protagonist blackening value +1, points +100, current balance, 11000."

"The current blackening value is 91."

Cheng Mou smiled, "It's good that you know."

Yan Song didn't look at him, but slowly shifted his gaze out of the window, with a calm expression. Outside the window, Shu Ci was fighting fiercely with the demon scorpion. The epee Ling Xiao was easy to defend but difficult to attack. He was worried that Shu Ci would not be able to hold it.

Yan Song was distracted when suddenly he felt a shadow looming in front of him, and then Cheng Mou grabbed his chin and forced him to turn his head.

There is nothing in Yan Song's eyes, it is empty.

Cheng Mou looked at him: "What are you looking at?"

Yan Song: "I didn't see anything."

Cheng Mou sneered, "Nonsense."

After finishing speaking, he gently turned the hilt of the sword, and severe pain came from the palm of his hand. Yan Song froze all over, closed his eyes tightly, and stopped the fragility flowing out of his eyes in time.

It hurts, it hurts.

Cheng Mou asked again, "What are you looking at?"

Yan Song said stubbornly, "I didn't see anything."

Blood red suddenly appeared in Cheng Mou's eyes, he activated the blood curse, and forced to ask: "Answer me, what are you looking at?"

Yan Song bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, opened his eyes, and smiled at the corners of his mouth: "I didn't see anything."

As soon as the words fell, Yan Song felt that the blood vessels all over his body exploded, the blocked tendons were completely tangled, blood seeped out from under his skin, and gradually, the eyes, mouth, nose, and ears also began to bleed Come.

He disobeyed the orders of the blood curse, and the backlash began.

Cheng Mou was very angry, his hand holding the Devil-killing Sword trembled a little: "You want to leave, don't you? Shu Ci came to save you, don't you? Are you happy?"

Cheng Mou clenched his teeth, and smiled back in anger, but this smile was extremely cold: "Impossible, Yan Song, impossible, you will never escape from my palm, you have to listen to me whether you live or die of!"

"I want to make your life worse than death!"

Immediately afterwards, the entire wall was suddenly smashed open by a huge force, and it was Shu Ci who was thrown in by the demon scorpion even with a sword. He fell to the ground, vomiting blood, and the whole person was unconscious, but he only knew that he was struggling to stand up , to find his sword.

If he wins this battle, he will be able to take Jinci back to the mountain gate.

Yan Song bit the tip of his tongue, blood trickled down the corner of his mouth, he couldn't help shouting Shu Ci's name.

This scene was extremely dazzling to Cheng Mou, he wanted to kill Shu Ci, but was interrupted by Yan Song's words.

"Cheng Mou, in Qing Yuanzong, he never bullied you!"

Cheng Mou's hand stopped.

"It's nothing more than your ability now. You want to trample those who looked down on you back then into the dirt, so that they can see with their eyes wide open what a majestic person you have become now, don't you?"

Yan Song smiled bitterly: "Then it's enough for you to find me, after all back then...

"The person who hates you the most is me."